Agnes stood up, moved her limbs a little, looked at the flowers that were already a little ruined outside the window, and asked, "I heard that you have even set a time for the banquet to celebrate your success?" ”

It was a no-brainer, but Aurelio understood what Agnes meant.

The abolition of the executive meeting is progressing very smoothly, and after more than three months of hard work, all the processes have been almost completed, and it is basically just a final announcement. In order to celebrate the achievement of their goal, the father and his family planned to hold a dinner party after the announcement of the abolition of the guild.

So he nodded and said, "I can't say that the time for the banquet has been set, but it can only be said that the time for announcing the abolition of the guild system has been set." ”

"It's not all the same." Agnes turned around and smiled.

"It's still different." Aurelio said with some seriousness.

"What day is it set?" Agnes didn't dwell on this, and asked instead.

"Monday, Oct. 6." With a little smugness, Aurelio said with a smile: "This is the day that belongs to the mother goddess, and it represents the beginning of a new round of prosperity and decay. ”

Agnes looked at the high-spirited Aurelio a little speechlessly, and couldn't help but say loudly: "Every week, there is one day that belongs to the Mother Goddess. ”

"But according to Fenerport University's calculations, there will be a brown opposition that day." Aurerio said with an eyebrow.

"I see," Agnes said, looking at Aurelio earnestly, and then his words, "that night also happened to be the day of my first concert as an orchestra conductor. ”

"It's the result of a lot of discussions, and while my father and I both know you had a concert that night, it's impossible to change the schedule of a group of people for you, especially with Prince Byers in it." Aurelio explained with some resignation.

"I know." Agnes was silent for a moment before speaking.

"So I'm not going to your dinner." Agnes said with a smile.

Aurelio was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Agnes.

"I don't think I'm important, am I?" Agnes said with a smile.

"Besides, I don't think I've had a good reputation with those guys during this time."

During this period of playing, not only did Agnes get the nickname of "Miss Philosophers of the Count of Pagni's Family", but also successfully made Agnes look out of place among many aristocratic ladies in social situations.

In the words of those guys, Agnes is like a preacher who doesn't know where she came from, and likes to pull people to preach her strange ideas.

In such a situation, when seeing Agnes coming, many people will subconsciously avoid it to avoid trouble later.

In fact, since last month, Agnes has stopped playing in this way. She found that her digestion of potions had been extremely slow due to this method of playing, staying at about a third of the way and almost no longer changing.

So Agnes no longer attends dinners and balls as often as before, after all, there is no need to digest potions, these social occasions are a pure trouble for Agnes, and in the case that her father and mother did not force her to participate, she naturally did not go, at most she occasionally appeared, to ensure that she still had a certain presence in social situations.

She focused more on figuring out how to digest potions next. But it was clear that the digestion of the remaining potions was not something she could do with her opportunistic methods, and perhaps she needed to take those more traditional ways.

"Emotions and desires are so easy to weaken." Agnes suddenly muttered something in a low voice for some inexplicable reason, but Aurelio didn't hear it clearly, and looked at it with some confusion.

"What did you say?"

Agnes shook her head with a smile and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask - Father, Mother and you, will they all go that day?" ”

Aurelio nodded slightly and said, "Yes." ”

"That's more than enough to show how much we value banquets." Agnes affirmed.

"Are you really not going to go?" Aurelio asked, with a bit of a headache.

"Of course." Agnes nodded, looked a little mischievous and blinked, "Girls still have wayward power, don't they?" ”

"Okay, whatever you want." Aurelio sighed and said, "I won't help you tell your father what you don't plan to go." ”

......

Monday, October 6.

"Good morning, Marcorno."

Agnes walked into the Musicians' Guild and greeted Marcono in a good mood.

"Good morning, Agnes." Marcorno, who was already standing at the front desk in uniform, replied with a smile.

"How's the evening concert going?"

"Don't ask." Agnes clasped her hands together and said with a smile, "I'm dying of nervousness." ”

"Looks like you're pretty well prepared." Marcono couldn't help but laugh as he watched Agnes' reaction.

"It's not just me," Agnes said to Marcono, spreading her hands helplessly, "It's still the band's problem." ”

"But I've been rehearsing for almost two months, and I personally think they've played Mr. Conte's Symphony No. 1 well." Agnes said with a smile.

To be honest, Agnes felt that Mr. Conte was quite generous, and he directly let Agnes, who had only been in contact with the conductor for a few months, participate in tonight's concert, and the repertoire was directly his "Symphony No. 1".

Although Symphony No. 1 is an early work of Mr. Conte, this does not detract from the value of this piece, after all, it is one of the masterpieces of Mr. Conte's youth.

"To be honest, Agnes, I think you're a little early." Marcorno said.

"None of the members of the band have arrived."

Agnes did arrive a little early today.

The sky outside is still bright, the mist of the autumn morning is a little cool, the hoarfrost that has turned red at night on the maple leaves has not disappeared, and the various colors on the cedar trees are layered on top of each other, looking like an oil painting from a distance.

"I just can't wait," Agnes said with a slight shrug and grin, "but I didn't expect you to start your duty so early every day." ”

"The workers in the shallow port area were a little earlier than me." Marcono shook his head and said, "After all, it's about their own lives, and no one dares to be lazy. ”

"And since the teacher gave me this opportunity, of course I shouldn't slack off."